[Intro: Ed Reed]
I'm hurt, dawg;
Don't ask me if I'm all right
Hell, naw. Joaquin said, 'Dominate,'
And we're not doing it
I'm putting my heart in this [expletive]
Let's go, man."
(Canis Major)
(End of Hook)
[Verse 1]
This game of thrones is survival of the fittest
Little kids crying, afraid of what they witness
Gotta move on, and break away from the past
Cause no body gonna make it wit a broken arm and no cast
All we do is sit around and spit bars
Make beats, rap, and play notes on the guitar
And when we try, we probably can reach the stars
But we get called lazy a**es, told we not going far
I beg to differ cause I'm feeling like the greatest
I'm spitting like I made it, and I'm working like I'm slaving
A dream that I'm chasing
No body gonna take it
I'm never gonna fake it
Cause I know that I'mma make it
I'm about to take off from this spot and go far
I'mma Lamborghini, You popped tires on a go cart
All my flows gon be sparking fire
And they all better than most and you couldn't deny it
[Hook]
Always looking dope, fresh pants fresh top
b**hes still playing games like its Xbox
I'm still working hard like I'm in a sweat shop
Got one shot and the top is the next spot
(x2)
[Verse 2]
Still grinding, never gonna give up
Now's about the time where i gotta pick my sh** up
I'm feeling a hunna, b**h i'm feeling fantastic
How you feel girl, with a face made of plastic
Eyebrows on fleek, hundred pounds a make up
I never touched that sh** and I still got my cake up
Bros before hoes, that's the unwritten motto
Instagram likes looking like numbers in the lotto
I'm not fitted for that sh**, so I rock a snapback
Best friends lists are gone, thank god for snapchat
Me and bros chilling in the crib shopping for kicks
While b**hes chillin at home just editing some pics
Make ya self look good, yeah theres an app for that
Its not hard to see, even if you got cataracts
But I dont really care cause I'm focused on my music
I'm feeling myself and really not tryna lose it
[Hook]